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we were made for these times

my friends, do not lose heart. we were made for these times. i have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. they are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.you are right in your assessments. the lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. yet, i urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. especially do not lose hope. most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. yes. for years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.by clarissa pinkola estesby

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we were made for these times

my friends, do not lose heart. we were made for these times. i have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. they are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.you are right in your assessments. the lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. yet, i urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. especially do not lose hope. most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. yes. for years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.by clarissa pinkola estesby

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miss polly's restful place for the restless skip to content about miss polly pictures on the woonasquatucket ms polly contact cannabis corner pot page why marijuana misspollys cards ← older posts time to ride a wordsmith posted on july 11, 2016 by miss polly we were made for these times clarissa pinkola estes my friends, do not lose heart. we were made for these times. i have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. they are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people. you are right in your assessments. the lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. yet, i urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. especially do not lose hope. most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. yes. for years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. i grew up on the great lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when i see one. regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. and they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind. look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, i assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. that long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless. in any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. do not focus on that. there is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. do not focus there. that is spending the wind without raising the sails. we are needed, that is all we can know. and though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. didn’t you say you were a believer? didn’t you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? didn’t you ask for grace? don’t you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater? ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. it is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. what is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. we know that it does not take everyone on earth to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale. one of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. the light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. to display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these – to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. if you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do. there will always be times when you feel discouraged. i too have felt despair many times in my life, but i do not keep a chair for it. i will not entertain it. it is not allowed to eat from my plate. the reason is this: in my uttermost bones i know something, as do you. it is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. the good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours. they are the words and deeds of the one who brought us here. in that spirit, i hope you will write this on your wall: when a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. but that is not what great ships are built for. by clarissa pinkola estes american poet, post-trauma specialist and jungian psychoanalyst, author of women who run with the wolves. posted in uncategorized | comments off on time to ride a wordsmith remembering richard walton posted on june 22, 2016 by miss polly i know richard walton as a genteel and elegant genthleman scholar who plied his vigilant notice through many corners where most of never quite reach: he was an international journalsi and thinker; he was a builder of things that outlive him – like a school in nicaragua and making its town nikinomo a providence sister city program in the 19980s and 1990s. he lived in rhode island in an old stately dereliction of a shore home in pawtuxet cove, grew a santa claus beard, was instrument in forming and caring for the stone soup coffeehouse and fostering good and folk music throught the region. he was known around labor, storytelling, activation, civil rights and children’s theater programs. he hanged often in hope’s, the providence journal/ trinity square waterhole of the ’80’s. i loved and awed richard walton since i first met him in the 1970’s. he always liked me too and the last time i saw him was at my own ramshackle abode on a waterfront in need of attention: he came with a big home-grown squash hoping it would be appreciated. his concern made it so. posted in reynolds rap, uncategorized | comments off on remembering richard walton marching on the pond posted on march 8, 2016 by miss polly geeses & reflections and basketballs and dreams of spring. the curmudgeon in me yearns already for wintergloom , but it’s hard to be cranky when painted faces of hope and awe, proud mama’s and papa’s, hoop heads and exuberant road-tripping teens are blowin’ their horns in providence (where we welcome musicians). i think the ncaa men’s basketball tournament is about the best jolt from the doldrums anyone could pray for – and we all get to watch for free the best reality show ever: featuring amazing young athletes swooozing through endless others as astounding as him(er)self through rings of fire and still being in a very big light of very hot energy hitting the shot in a gorgeous grand-jete from foul line to rim. putting on a very great show that won’t end until they splice the last frame into one shining moment and the media circus vans leave town – some for the highway to houston, the rest to sleeping in on a spring smelling day. it always rejuvenates me. for final thoughts on the final seconds of this 2016 men’s final .. stay tuned. posted in a shoutout for shut-ins, crip tips, ms polly, on the woonasquatucket, pictures, reynolds rap | tagged basketball, providence, reynolds rap, spring | comments off on marching on the pond pictures from misspollys.com around noon around colder than usual posted on february 14, 2016 by miss polly this gallery contains 2 photos. two swans fifty-eight ducks and two-count’em-two bald eagles sky-floating in the sun more galleries | comments off on pictures from misspollys.com around noon around colder than usual old hopes and new years posted on january 20, 2016 by miss polly anyone curious. anyone nostalgic for insightful and well-crafted political/ spiritual guidance will swoon. anyone wanting to step back into a half hour with william sloan coffin should “google and find” an 1984 interview with the pastor to the movement. “it takes conviction not opinion to build a cathedral”, produced by john whitely for quest for peace is a very fine fireside companion posted in uncategorized | comments off on old hopes and new years brewery in the biome posted on january 2, 2016 by miss polly happy new times mysterious syndrome can cause people to become ‘drunk’ without drinking (abc news) the baffling case of a woman who was arrested for dwi without drinking has spotlighted a rare condition called “auto-brewery” syndrome, where the digestive system becomes its own tiny brewery. the woman was able to get the charges dismissed after her lawyer presented evidence by a doctor that she had the rare syndrome, according to the ap. the syndrome causes substances in the gut to ferment food into ethanol, thereby causing a person’s blood-alcohol level to spike. while the story of food-turning-to-alcohol in the body may seem like a convenient tale for the police, doctors have found the rare condition in multiple patients. as a person’s blood-alcohol level rises, he or she can exhibit all the same symptoms as someone who drank too much liquor, including slurred words and confusion. in one case, the patient said that alcohol could be smelled on their breath. dr. richard peek, a professor of medicine and cancer biology at vanderbilt university medical center, said the cause of the symptoms is not fully understood although there is one likely culprit. “yeast are normally in the gi tract and the commonality of all these case reports is they have an increased number of candida,” peek told abc news. “when [yeast] ingest a meal that has a high amount of carbohydrates, they metabolize the carbohydrates into ethanol.” peek said the alteration of the gut’s bacteria, called the microbiome, has far-reaching effects with auto-brewery syndrome being one of the most drastic results. “these observations show the importance of gastric microbiota or microbiome in altering functions,” peek said. “it really can regulate or cause disease such as irresistible bowel syndrome and it’s been linked to metabolic syndrome, diabetes, fatty liver.” peek said more study was needed to pinpoint the exact cause and find a cure that works for all patients. “you could recommend a low carbohydrate diet and in some cases that has worked to reverse the symptoms,” peek said, stressing that these treatments have not been proven for every patient. “you can treat the patients with antifungal medications to reduce the load of candida in microbiota.” while most people will not end up with a tiny “brewery” in their gut, peek said anyone can face an alteration of their micrombiome, due to illness, antibiotics or other conditions. he recommended a good diet, exercise and occasional probiotics to achieve a healthy microbiome. posted in uncategorized | comments off on brewery in the biome awaiting equinox on the allendale pond of the woonasquatucket river 2015 posted on august 28, 2015 by miss polly equinox. always a celebration for people who struggle with heat or humidity in addition to whate’er else maladies torment them. always a good reckoning/start the new year point before the goblins and holidays take over. always in the fall. time of promised crisp to come and hankering for sitting round a fire. it claims to be the fairest deal the earth can give us…. excepting, you know, when it isn’t. posted in reynolds rap | comments off on awaiting equinox on the allendale pond of the woonasquatucket river 2015 hanging on the pond posted on june 14, 2015 by miss polly posted in pictures | comments off on hanging on the pond first geese swimming 5/12/15 posted on may 12, 2015 by miss polly posted in uncategorized | comments off on first geese swimming 5/12/15 may days posted on may 4, 2015 by miss polly sloughing off the winter blues. soaking the sunshine. changing the hues posted in uncategorized | comments off on may days ← older posts search for: recent posts time to ride a wordsmith remembering richard walton marching on the 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